Carry the handle and tell me not to leave after school

Xu Nan scratched his head, "I discussed the basketball game with Hang Yiwei. Your experimental class should not participate in this kind of activity." The experimental class is a class that studies hard every day.

This kind of collective activity, the tradition of No. [-] Middle School directly excludes the experimental class.

Xu Nan thought for a while and stretched out his hand to push Xiao Yin, "Xueba, you should go to study hard, Hang Yiwei is leaving, let's discuss it carefully, we should first match up with the fourth class, and Qi Xiong in their class is a good player , when we arrive-"

Just as Xu Nan pushed Xiao Yin away from Hang Yiwei, Xiao Yin grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to the door before he could finish his sentence. His whole back hit the door frame with a bang.

"Damn! Xiao Yin, you are crazy."

Xiao Yin half-closed his eyes and looked at Xu Nan, "Hanghang wants to study, not play."

His tone of voice was very flat, without any waves.

Xu Nan frowned impatiently, "Who are you from Hang Yiwei? If you say you won't fight, you won't fight."

Xiao Yin looked sideways at Hang Yiwei.

Hang Yiwei suddenly became the one who had the right to decide. He was stunned for a moment, and after glancing at Xiao Yin, he said silently, "I won't fight."

The expression on Xu Nan's face when he heard this sentence can be called a palette.

"When did Dahang listen to Xiao Yin's words like this?" Zhao Xianxian was a little surprised.

Qiao Zhuo lowered his head, "It's already been."

Some people can do crazy things because of love.

"Damn it. Is Xueba's ecstasy soup delicious?" Xu Nan rolled his eyes at Hang Yiwei with a strong gaze. He looked like an abandoned "dirty wife". 'Scumbag'.

Hang Yiwei punched him, "Embarrassing you, sir!"

Xu Nan screamed and fell to the ground.

Hang Yiwei smiled helplessly, then looked sideways at Xiao Yin, "Are you still in the first class of experiment?"

Xiao Yin nodded noncommittally, "The experimental class is all science."

This is also a tradition of the past years.Hang Yiwei didn't have a particularly big reaction to this. They didn't say a few words before the class bell rang.

Although the first-year seniors were packing up for the shift, the whole floor was filled with smog, but when the class bell rang, Da Xuan's family still had to go back to each class and find their class teacher.Xiao Yin and Hang Yiwei said "wait for me after school at noon" and ran away.

He has to prepare for the college entrance examination this year, and he can't delay even a minute.

Hang Yiwei didn't sit in a special seat this year. Li Wenwen, who was in the first row in front, went to a science class, so he sat in the first row on his own initiative.

When the old aunt came, chickens and dogs jumped around in the classroom, and the noise almost lifted the roof of the classroom.

Adults will never understand why these children have such good energy; when they are puzzled, they mostly forget that they are the ones who have come from this "chicken and dog jumping" age.

Class [-] has always been democratic, and the old aunt does not want to imprison the children's thoughts and interests.

Adults will obviously feel that if they lose interest in this world, they will not have the belief to live.

He is committed to cultivating everyone in the eighth class to be an artist, but the current effect does not seem to be very obvious, because artists without self-control can easily go astray and become wretched uncles.

After experiencing the unfair division of subjects in a middle school, the old aunt realized this truth belatedly.

He walked in silently, the expression on his face was neither serious nor kind, he walked in and stood on the podium, his heavy eyes swept over the children sitting below who ignored him, and he spoke lightly , "It's not over yet, right? You still feel like you're 16, right?"

Some students below are still whispering, talking about how much money they received during the new year, where they went to play, their faces were red, and everyone seemed to have the joy of the new year on their faces.

The expression on the old aunt's face became more and more serious, and he stood there without saying a word.

I don't know who was the first to push the deskmate, and within five seconds, the whole classroom fell silent as if premeditated.

"Stop arguing? Noisy, continue, haven't you finished talking yet, let's have a good chat." The old aunt said with a sullen face.

The old aunt is 1.8 meters tall and weighs [-]. She is not puffy, but really strong. Even with a pair of elegant glasses on the bridge of her nose, people will still think that he is a gang/social/society at first glance.

He is usually very kind, and he also adopts a free-range education for the students in Class [-]. He is usually not angry, but when he is angry, his aura is full, and he can make teenage bastards sit down and shrink their heads without even patting the table. To the neck, for fear of causing trouble to the upper body.

The old aunt was silent for a few seconds, then pulled a stool from the side and sat down directly above the podium.

"Separate subjects, why are you still excited? Do you know how long the college entrance examination is? You still feel that you have nothing to do all day long." The old aunt scanned the students under the podium, "Look at you now, do you look like high school students? !"

The whole classroom was silent.

"How many years do you think you have left to squander? The college entrance examination will be in the blink of an eye!"

Hang Yiwei was bored listening to these words. He didn't know how many times he had heard such words. From junior high school to high school, all the teachers said the same, not to mention changing the soup or even the medicine. replaced by the college entrance examination.

He listened to the old aunt's thought class for about 10 minutes, and then the old aunt got down to business.

"I know that most of the students in our class now want to learn art."

Hang Yiwei woke up.

The old aunt continued, "I don't know what you art students think, but I don't think art sports is the so-called shortcut on the way to the college entrance examination. I hope you don't choose art sports with the idea of ​​taking shortcuts. Lu, if you think so, then you should have a miserable life in the next six years."

Five years?

Zhao Xianxian was a little confused.

"When you choose art, art, music, dance, or performance, it must be because you like it, because the major you choose in the college entrance examination will be linked to these items. If you don't like it, it's very unfortunate. Let me tell you, you have to face a major you don’t like for four years in college.” The old aunt paused, then continued, “Besides, when you are in the third year of high school, you will have to go to intensive training, and you will have no time to learn cultural courses. If you don’t work hard, even if you pass the undergraduate courses in arts and sports and fail to pass the cultural courses, there is still no university that wants you.”

There are no shortcuts in life.

Even if there is, everyone knows that the shortcut is blocked, and if you want to go out, you still have to squeeze your head.

"You'll be a sophomore next semester, and you can't afford to squander the three years of high school!"

Hang Yiwei pursed his lips into a line.

He didn't listen carefully to the old aunt's other examples of bitterness before sweetness. He was just thinking about a question, is getting to know Xiao Yin a shortcut for him?

The classes in the morning are relatively easy. These teachers are very understanding. They know that on the first day of vacation, everyone's hearts have not been recovered, and no matter how much they talk, they are playing the piano against the cow.

After school at noon, Hang Yiwei waited at the door of the classroom for about 10 minutes before Xiao Yin came out.

He walked with Cao Yao, and Lin Fengya followed behind them, all three of them looked unhappy.

Hang Yiwei frowned slightly, he rarely saw such an expression on Xiao Yin's face, cold, lonely, and in the transparent air around, there seemed to be a layer of membrane that could be touched, and the two of them lived together. From a distance, he can clearly feel that he and Xiao Yin are not from the same world.

"Brother...Brother Hang..." Lin Fengya was the first to see Hang Yiwei, and she immediately grabbed Xiao Yin's clothes after seeing him.

Only then did Xiao Yin raise his eyes, frowned slightly and looked towards Hang Yiwei, his deep eyes fell on Hang Yiwei.Then in the next second, he raised his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows, and walked in front of Hang Yiwei with big strides.

"I'm late."

Hang Yiwei frowned and shook his head, "No, are you going to eat now?"

"Ah."

Xiao Yin put his hand on Hang Yiwei's shoulder, then looked sideways at Cao Yao and Lin Fengya, "Go and eat by yourself."

What Cao Yao wanted to say, he raised it to the throat in one breath, but Xiao Yin stared back at him.

Seeing him like this, Hang Yiwei narrowed his eyes and didn't speak.